I'll try to forgive you
but I can't pretend nothing happened.
You broke my heart.
That happened.
Granted, you let me down gracefully
but a pillow can't stop a bullet.
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 12:59 AM UTC
My vision went black
All my senses were numb
But somehow
I knew I had to get out
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
These old wooden floors shake with each footstep
Cold air seeps through the cracks in the walls
Dust has settled on the piano
These keys haven't been played in far too long
My mind is tired
My dry skin aches
Everything was easier when you were here
I don't remember the last thing you said to me
But I know it wasn't goodbye
What will we think when we look back on this
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
Blistered hands, blistered feet
Hit hard and left confused
Is the rocking boat or the betrayal
making me sick?
The salt water on my cheeks
either came from the ocean or my eyes
But what difference does it make
Blistered hands, blistered feet
Broken heart
Two thousand miles couldn't soften the blow
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC
The sky used to be bright
but now the clouds conceal the sun
Climbing down from the highest branches
the wind urges me to let go
My wandering mind would soar to the clouds
while my fragile body fell to the ground
I took aim and fired
but my arrow was lost among the leaves
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 5:19 PM UTC
But you see,
if I tried to get rid of
everything that reminded me of you
I would be left with nothing
You have wound your way
into every aspect of my life
I hear you in every song
I see you in every sunset
because I know you're watching the same one
And I wonder if you think of me
when you see brown eyes
or when you listen
to the songs we both love
And I wonder if it would be as hard
for you to get rid of me
as it would
for me to get rid of you
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
Don't you see what you do to me?
You hold so much of my happiness
That you can easily take it away
How did I let this happen
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC
Only he could make her feel
the desire to be free.
She felt it in
his composed voice,
the familiarity
so imponderable, so supple,
perfectly right.
She could not help smiling.
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 1:00 AM UTC
You said you hate your hands
That they're too big and clumsy
To do anything right
But I love your hands
You said your hands were cold
My hands are always warm
So you could hold mine for a bit
If you'd like
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 3:35 PM UTC